Slater
My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. I opened my eyes slowly, wincing at even the dim light filtering through cracks in whatever space I was in.
Everything came back in fragments. The festival. Riley's terrified face. Bane Castor standing in the shadows, watching us. Me walking toward the parking lot, pulling out my phone to call for help.
Then... nothing. Just darkness and the sensation of falling.
They'd drugged me. Tranquillised me, probably like an animal.
As my eyes adjusted, I realised I was in a metal container. Shipping container, maybe? The walls were corrugated steel, the floor cold and hard beneath me. There were no windows, just a few thin gaps where the door didn't seal, letting in slivers of light and air.
My hands were zip-tied in front of me. My phone was gone. So was my wallet.
But I wasn't alone.
Across from me, maybe six feet away, someone else was lying against the opposite wall. Even in the dim light, I recognised her immediately.
Riley.
